My friends would call me kind. Incredibly silly. Someone with a heart of gold who is always willing to help. Someone who is sure to amp the party mood up to 11. Someone with a deeply positive outlook on life who loves, lives and laughs with passion.
My sons would call me Mama. They would also consider me their strongest ally and cheerleader. The person who instilled their love of reading. Someone who is sneaky in a Nerf war. Someone who can find lost LEGO guys. Someone who can kick butt in Words with Friends or Scrabble. Someone who makes them laugh hysterically when we play Apples to Apples, the goofiest connection wins!Someone who makes the best banana bread and tuna noodle casserole in the world.
My family would call me a rock. A giver. Someone who loves her family fiercely. My family is the stuff that made me who I am. They are a gift and I couldn’t be me without them.
What would I call myself?
A lover. I’m passionate. Giving. Fiercely loyal, protective and confident. Smart, silly and sexy. Always up for going out, but loves staying in just as much. A taster of life. At ease in a little black dress at the theater, or jeans and sneaks for a walk.